1412, despite his attitude, paid attention to the things around him. He paid attention to people, and while he slipped at interpreting emotions... The faint sounds of cloth moving, the pauses in speech were all he needed to know somehting was in the air.

He ducked the knife, rolling smoothly away from Conan and springing to his feet, hat rolliugn to a halt on the floor as he bounced slightly on his toes. Not quite a miss.

"And here I thought you'd be boring~!" he chirped, throwing a knife back. Fair was only fair, after all.